My dream is to learn how to fly a plane,
get to know the clouds that surround me,
and maybe then they\'ll carry us to safety.
I yearn to cast terror into the pyromaniac,
watch him cry as the fire meets the water rushing through my veins,
for we aren\'t meant to bring the sun so close to us.
Tears dropping down from the windows but it\'s not raining,
ashes turning everyone into dust,
and you were betrayed by those who sold you a dream.
It was a beautiful day until it wasn\'t,
but I can\'t fly a plane,
and nor can I put out a fire,
and I couldn\'t stop fear from being the last thing you ever knew.